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[desiresbadtouch]

[Oh my, is this your bedroom? Oops~]

[And is this your bed? And are you in it? And were you expecting a visitor to ever so lightly climb in with you?]

[Because that's what's going on. Right now, in fact.]

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[dreamsofnoah]

[Someone is fast fast asleep - and also kicking out in her sleep as she flops over onto her tummy.]

[desiresbadtouch]

[Managing to avoid the kicks, mostly, as he slips under the covers next to her. Now how to get his arms around her without waking the little angel?]

[dreamsofnoah]

[And she is quite clearly dreaming, judging from all the tossing and turning. It might be difficult to get her to stay still.]

[desiresbadtouch]

[He gets a bit battered in the attempt, but he does gently slip an arm under her, and pull her, ever so carefully, against his chest, tucking her securely there and settling--careful not to disturb her--so that he's laying with her pressed against him. One arm under her, the other lifted and gently stroking her hair.]

[He kisses her forehead, watching her sleeping face adoringly.]

[dreamsofnoah]

[She seems to settle down once she's being held, curling up against his side with a faint smile on her face. And a small murmur...]

Allen...

[desiresbadtouch]

[His back stiffens and his face freezes at the name. Why that. That... That horrible little boy.]

[His grip tightens on Road reflexively, though he immediately tries to loosen it. Oh but he really wants to break bones right now.]

[dreamsofnoah]

[The sudden tighter grip unsettles her again and she squirms against him, suddenly clinging.] Don't go...

[desiresbadtouch]

[Right. Next stop, murder Allen Walker.] Ah... Sweetie. Don't fret, your Papa is here.

[Brushing her hair with his fingers. Because he is terribly jealous.]

[dreamsofnoah]

[Her eyes blink open and she rubs at them with the back of her hand.] ...Papa?

[desiresbadtouch]

Yes dear.

[Ohgodwhyisshesocute.]

[dreamsofnoah]

[The better to get candy and treats out of him?]

I was dreaming... [She snuggles up closer, burying her face against him sleepily.]

[desiresbadtouch]

[It works so well.]

I know dear. [Petting her hair.] But forget all about it.

[dreamsofnoah]

[Like making him jealous when sensing him creeping into her bed?]

Will you tell me a story?

[desiresbadtouch]

[Quite so. Perfect plan.]

Of course, pumpkin. What do you wish to hear?

[dreamsofnoah]

Something scary! With lots of Exorcists dying.

[desiresbadtouch]

Oh my, is that really appropriate at this hour?